Young men in spring apricots admire green shirts and swords; in autumn they bid farewell with flutes and bury fallen leaves. In the next year of leisurely flowers, I hate to leave, and the marriage is knotted with nepotism; it is as refreshing as eighteen.
Border iron, loess, sky, praising Southern Yan. There are wolf smoke and beacon fire, and there is a fierce battle, but no young man is seen with gray hair; the army of the north and the south is determined, the family and the country are prosperous, and no one hears about the kings and princes of the past.
The young man who returns to his dream admires his white clothes without blood; he sleeps in the winter snow, and the flowers and birds are gone. In the eighty-nine years, the old friend was pitiful and the oath was no longer present; Luntai was annihilated.
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